{THE ROYAL PACK}
Monrel kept his hands together to stop them from trembling, but it did not matter—they kept trembling. He was grateful he was already in his golden flowing robe, with the sleeves outstretched and almost concealing his fingers.
He let out a sharp, deep sigh as the doors opened and then wasted no time in proceeding into the large room. His footsteps were the only sound that was made throughout the whole room, and one would have thought that he was the only one there.
But he was not. The outlined guards on either side of the Dark King's large throne were quite clear, with their unseeing eyes staring into space. As Monrel got closer, he noticed that the King, just like him, was dressed in his special Solstice Robe, and he was seated like a regular werewolf.
Dark silky hair allowed to run down his back, his handsome face looking like anything but the face behind the Terrifying Mask. The only thing that made him distinct now was his clear blood-red eyes.
